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Abuse Taken and Desired.	By : sonofdarkness Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Abuse Taken and Desired.
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You know, almost instinctively, what his next move is going to be. You know because you�ve seen that look in his eyes before and you�re not in the least bit surprised when he grabs you by the collar and crushes his lips painfully against yours. It hurts and you like it, and just when you think you�re about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulls back, smirking at the flush that you know has invaded your cheeks and growling deeply in a way that lets you know you�re his.
You�re breathless now and you wonder how he manages to do this to you every time. You�ve never felt as vulnerable after one single kiss as you do now and you don�t even have time to think about anything but the lingering heat of his lips before he�s taken hold of you by the shoulders and pushed you roughly backwards into the bedroom.
You let out a small whimper �Oh�� but you�re stopped with a kiss, a tongue, probing, forcing, fighting, dominating, taking control of your mouth as if it no longer belongs to you at all.
You gasp as he rips opens your shirt and tense when you feel his hand on your cock.
Your head spins and you hardly notice that he�s undone your trousers and wrenched them down to your ankles.

�Do you want this?�

�Oh� yes.�

�Good.�
He�s forcing you onto the bed now and you aren�t fighting because you�re a wanton little slut. You like what he does to you, how he makes you cry and scream and beg and you give yourself over like a common whore every time.
You�re on your back because that�s how he likes it and you open your legs for him on command. He climbs on top of you and all of a sudden you�re dizzy.
�You�re a whore, aren�t you?�
�I� whore��
�My little whore.�
�Ye� your� whore��
Your breathing is erratic already and you can only look on helplessly as he takes the time to tie your wrists tightly above your head, pulling the rope until you cry out in pain and tears form in your eyes. He laughs and you feel your groin ache with the need to be touched, fondled, squeezed, tugged, caressed and abused. You raise your hips to encourage the touching and he hits you.
�Not until I say!� He barks and you nod, because that�s all you can do. You�re so hard that it hurts and if he doesn�t touch you soon you�ll explode, but you say nothing because you�re his whore and he�s in control.
He bites you and you squeal as your body jerks awkwardly under his. He chuckles and calls you a little piggy, but you�re not offended, you�re too aroused to be offended and when those teeth clamp down onto your nipple for a second time, biting, tugging, crushing, grinding, it�s wiped from your mind like a leaf in a and strong wind. Such sharp, exquisite pain he brings you, so vicious with those teeth as he ravages your body, leaving bruised indents, puncture wounds and blood all over your skin, that by the time he�s finished you�re a patchwork of multicoloured skin and bruises.
But he can�t stop there, you know that, he�s never been able to stop there. You have scars that prove this and he doesn�t disappoint you. You let him roll you over onto your stomach and you moan as your cock is crushed under your weight against the mattress, but you do nothing more about it because he hasn�t given you permission yet. You shiver as you hear the opening of drawers and the rustling of items and you gasp in surprise when something hard is brought down so hard upon your arse that your skin feels as if it�s on fire.
�That�s for trying to get ahead of me.� he growls, and you whimper.
�I�m so�.� But before you can finish, he�s hit you again.
�That�s for speaking out of turn.�
You don�t answer but there are tears in your eyes now and you�re trying so hard not to grind your aching erection into the mattress below. You�re in agony and he knows it. You know he knows it because he likes to see you cry, he loves to watch you beg and you know he�ll spank you as hard as he can and call you a dirty little whore as much as he likes until you scream for him to stop and beg him to let you come.
The abuse continues, smack after stinging smack and you have an image in your mind of red hot flames dancing across your skin. You can feel the way they flick viciously against your skin and you hate them� you hate them so much and yet you don�t want them gone. You never want them gone� Oh please don�t ever say they�ll be gone. They bite and scratch and tear and you�re crying so hard, your chest hurts but you�ve never been this hard before in your life. You finally feel the cool air against your skin and the mattress shifts under you. You�re tilting to one side and you chance a look over your shoulder to see Harry reaching into a draw and pulling out a bottle of lube. You recognise that bottle� how could you not?
He pours some into a cupped palm and you hear him groan as he coats himself thoroughly in the clear, gooey liquid. You whimper in response to his arousal and spread your legs, giving him permission to use you, to treat you like the whore you are. Because you are his whore. The bed shifts against and he�s sitting between your legs, between your creamy, sweaty thighs. You can feel the mattress beneath you already damp with pre come and you squirm as the first finger, also fully coated and slick, slides easily inside of you.
You don�t need much preparation, he�s fucked you too many times and he does it so often� he fits inside you perfectly, as if all those times he�s fucked you were so as he could mould you to accommodate only him. Only his fingers, only his tongue, only his cock. He slides in a second finger and you moan loudly, pushing your arse into the air, encouraging him to do more. Harder, faster.
He�s only too willing to oblige as he pulls your cheeks apart and slides himself home, not waiting to ease himself in. He doesn�t want that. You don�t need it. He grunts as he buries himself to the hilt and waits only a few seconds before moving in and out of your slick and ready entrance. You accept him wholly, as if his cock in your arse is something you need to survive, as if it�s vital to your existence. And it is� Oh, it really, really is.
He pushes into your with a force that is almost violent and you squeal and moan and whimper and beg as he pounds you hard into the mattress. He scrapes his nails once again down your skin and you feel the trails streaking your back. You know how dramatically they will stand out against your pale, almost translucent skin and the images you conjure only heighten the sensation. He does it again, down your arms this time and you cry out.
�God, Harry��
But he ignores you, thrusting wildly back and forth, in and out, up and down, left and right, sideways, here, there and every fucking which way possible. He rides you hard, until you�re sure you�re about to pass out from the pain in your balls. They�re tight now, so very tight and you know you won�t last much longer.
You close your eyes again and let out a desperate sob just as you hear him moan and feel him finally climax inside you. You feel the result of his orgasm filling you, hot jets of sticky come shooting from his cock and into your body and making you feel truly as if he were part of you. It�s more than you can stand and you cry out his name as your own orgasm is ripped from you. He hasn�t even touched your dick and yet the orgasm that was rippling through your body was so intense that you could swear you were literally seeing stars.
It washes over you in waves and as it finally dies down and your breathing returns to normal, you realise that your arms are no longer bound and that your head is resting in the crook of Harry�s arm. You smile and look up at him. He smiles down at you in return and gently strokes your hair.
�Draco,� he says and you feel your heart flutter as he traces your lips with the tips of his fingers. �My good boy.�
You kiss those fingertips and allow your eyes to fall gently closed, pale, delicate lashes resting against pale, delicate skin. He loves you, even though he will never say it, but you don�t need to hear it. You know it in your heart, you can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice and feel it in the way he kisses you gently on the lips and turns out the light.
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